Gyrfalcon's Keep Flying High

It was quickly getting to be about time for Finley to head back home to the Caldera. Her explorations along the coast had been interesting. There was something eerie and beautiful about the sea in Winter - watching the snowflakes drift across the sand and disappear into the saltwater. Beaches reminded her of warmth and sun and chasing the waves as they crashed upon the golden sand. To see them covered in frost and ice was just wrong.

So, she turned her sights on landmarks that actually made sense covered in Winter's dressings. Finley had visited the southern base of the mountain she now was climbing, but never before had she spent much time on it. Since now it stood at least somewhat on her way from the coast back to the Caldera, it seemed like just as good a time as any to do some exploring, even though doing so added at least another full day to her trip. She had just about decided there wasn't much to see there besides a pretty neat view of the ocean when she suddenly came upon a young wolf, seated upon a ledge with seemingly nothing to do but stare at the wilderness before him.

Which meant he must be bored out of his mind, much like Fin. The beta barked softly at him to draw his attention, her ears splayed backwards and neck stretched towards him as she sniffled eagerly at the air to catch a taste of his scent.